Quotes About Determination

He who gives back at first repulse and without striking the second blow, despairs success, has never been, is not, and never will be, a hero in love, war or business. - Frederick Tudor

Faith succeeds where intelligence says: "No way!"

I am proud of my racing trophies," Seppala once said, "but I would trade them all for the satisfaction of knowing that my dogs and I tried honestly to give our very best in humanitarian service to our fellowman, regardless of race, creed, color, in Alaska's pioneer days. Often the going was rough—sometimes my courage was greater than my team's—several times I was ready to quit but was ashamed because of the great fighting heart of the Siberian Husky.

I'm not choosing, but I'm running out of fight.

You just work through it. You just hang in there.

Sometimes fate or life or whatever you want to call it, leaves a door a little open and you walk through it. But sometimes it locks the door and you have to find the key, or pick the lock, or knock the damn thing down. And sometimes, it doesn't even show you the door, and you have to build it yourself. But if you keep waiting for the doors to be opened for you... I think you'll have a hard time finding single happiness, let alone that double portion.

Quitting's not hard. Deciding to quit is hard. Once you make that mental leap, the rest is easy." "Really? Was that how you quit me?

But I also know that sometimes Adam needs to do things the dramatic way. He is fond of the Grand Gesture

Forward momentum. That's my new motto. No regrets. And no going back.

I can keep picking small fights, or brave the big one.Time to screw my courage. Or go down trying.

I might have been eleven years old and a little socially immature, but I recognized a gauntlet being thrown down when I saw it, and I had no choice but to take it up.

Fake it till you make it actually worked.

Quitting's not hard. Deciding to quit is hard. Once you make that mental leap, the rest is easy." "Really? Was that how you quit me?" And just like that, without thinking, without saying it in my head first, without arguing with myself for days, it's out there. "So," she says, as if speaking to an audience under the bridge. "He finally says it.

By that point, it'll have been more than year since I met Lulu. Any sane person would say it's too late. It already felt too late that first day, when I woke up in the hospital. But even so, I've kept looking. I'm still looking.

If I stay. If I live. It's up to me. All this business about medically induced comas is just doctor talk. It's not up to the doctors. It's not up to the absentee angels. It's not even up to God who, if He exists, is nowhere around right now. It's up to me.

Neither sleet nor rain nor a half inch of snow will compel me to dress like a lumberjack.

no way through it but through it," I tell myself.

Once the options increase, settling on one becomes harder.

I didn't give it much thought back then. I just wanted to get all the words straight and collect my A.

Me gustaba tan poco pisar en falso como iniciar a tientas un nuevo movimiento. Por eso practicaba tanto, para encontrarme en terreno seguro y perfeccionar luego los detalles.

She's running the show. Maybe she's just biding her time. So you talk to her. You tell her to take all the time she needs, but to come back.

Has escuchado hablar de un perro que gastó su vida persiguiendo carros y cuando finalmente atrapó a uno… no tenía idea que hacer con él? Soy ese perro. -Adam

she was another tough-as-nails, tender-as-kittens, feminist bitch.

You'll get through it. I know you seem like you won't, but you will.